Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 87 Another live broadcast on the whole network?

When Su Cheng was making rouge live in Qingfengguan, Kong Wei, who had just arrived at the gate of the airport, answered the phone.

"What the hell? They're here already?"

"Okay, okay, I'm getting ready to board the plane. I should be able to arrive in the evening."

After chatting with the person on the other end of the phone for a few words, he put away his phone, turned around and glanced at the seven or eight students following him.

"Is it all ready?" Kong Wei looked around, "Hurry up and board the plane when it's all set, the school has urged, people from neighboring countries have already arrived."

As he said that, he took the lead and pulled the suitcase across the ground, making a dull voice, "I'm telling you, be smart when you go back."

"Especially the four of you Fang Ming, have you learned all the manuscripts that Master Su showed you?"

"This time there may be some competition between you young people. Although it's called a friendly competition, you can't really just get friendship back."

"..."

Thinking all the way, the group quickly disappeared at the boarding gate.

At the same time, Sichuan University also welcomed a group of strangers.

Two groups of people were led into the campus by the leaders of Sichuan University and visited the campus along the way.

The students passing by looked at them curiously. Some of them heard some rumors and knew who these people were, so they couldn't help whispering to their companions.
And these two groups of people also looked at the passing students.

Soon the school leader led them to the office.

The crowd exchanged a few words.

The leader of one group came forward to shake hands with the school leaders and said with a smile: "Dean Li, we are here today to draw up a competition charter."

As soon as this person finished speaking, the leader of another group of people next to him also smiled and said: "It's just some young people having fun, so we old people shouldn't get involved."

The two talked to each other, and quickly talked about the open mode of the game.

"Dean Li, how about this? How about we start a live broadcast?"

"Young people have young people's style of play, friendly games, all for friendship."

Dean Li of Sichuan University's Art Department kept nodding with a chuckle, looked at a stick and a ghost standing in front of him, and didn't say anything to refuse.

It’s just that I have already begun to murmur in my heart.

"So confident? Start a live broadcast... Well, is there any problem with Kong Wei...?"

"Hiss, it seems that he said that he met a Chinese painting master in his early twenties, and I don't know if he can fool around."

After pondering for a moment, the three of them discussed and finalized various details of the competition.

In fact, the details have long been there, and the three of them just added some impromptu details.

at the same time.

In Qingfeng Guan, Su Cheng started to pack things, the rouge was already done, but the remaining tools and materials had to be stored somewhere, maybe they would be used next time.

The drone hovered over the courtyard, and the camera followed his figure all the time. Netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't help laughing when they saw him busy.

"Brother Su, I'm not talking about you, you are so talented, you sing three songs in one night, and you are willing to live in a small Taoist temple."

"That's right, if this happened to me, I would be in a state of dissatisfaction long ago."

The audience giggled. Men can understand what this philandering fan is talking about.

Su Cheng was packing up the unburned firewood, picked it up and put it back in the backyard. At this moment, she glanced at the barrage, shook her head and said with a smile: "I think this kind of life is very good, free and undisciplined, very comfortable."

Netizens immediately lost their guard after hearing what he said.

Yes, this life is so comfortable, it is simply a city dweller’s dream.

Suddenly, the audience in the live broadcast room began to urge him to write a song quickly.

I can't live a loose life, why can you?

No, go write a song for me!
The bullet screen surged and almost became one piece. Su Cheng glanced at it twice, then stopped paying attention, and began to concentrate on cleaning the tools.

Soon, there was only one table left in the yard, and everything else returned to its original place.

After sorting everything out, Su Cheng looked at the time and saw that the show was almost about to end.

So he said to the live broadcast room, "Everyone, the anchor will be downloaded first today, and we will see you tomorrow."

After that, he turned off the live broadcast.

Just as he was about to enter the kitchen to cook, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Hua Xuewei called, saying that Tang Tang had already found a few masters who could make cosmetics with ancient methods, but there were too few recipes in hand, and asked him if he was ready.

In this regard, Su Cheng rubbed his nose and said to the other end of the phone, "Well, let them do what they are good at first, and then I will write the formula and process here, and send it to you."

"By the way, you ask Tang Tang to continue the search. There are a few masters. Also, find a factory that is qualified to produce cosmetic packaging boxes and bags. You don't need to cover the entire package. Just talk about one production line."

On the other end of the phone, Hua Xuewei rolled her eyes, "Don't worry, I've made arrangements for it a long time ago, and the day lily will be cold when you remind me."

Su Cheng scratched her head and laughed dryly, "Okay, I'll hurry up, probably... well, it will take two days, and I will send it to you when the time comes."

He learned a lot from Master Zheng, and when Master Zheng left, he also left him a notebook, which recorded many formulas and things that Master Zheng studied himself.

The two chatted for a few words. When it came to the script and album, Su Cheng could only push it back.

He hasn't decided who to choose yet.

There are too many classics in the previous world, such as the "Sword" series in film and television dramas, and all kinds of martial arts dramas that were extremely popular back then, all of which are "excellent in appearance".

There are also many "divine songs" in ancient songs that are highly popular.

He had to choose a few songs that were suitable for Zheng Wen. He couldn't just pick something that she couldn't sing.

"By the way, what's the situation abroad?" Su Cheng suddenly thought of this and asked directly.

"There hasn't been much response yet. Huahuo's overseas channels are being promoted, which will only take the next two or three days. Don't worry, there is no movement from Gu Yun." Hua Xuewei explained.

After that, the two said a few more words, and after hanging up the phone, Su Cheng started cooking.

After eating, taking a shower, and lying in bed, it was already 08:30 in the evening.

After looking at the phone for a while, he turned it off and went to sleep.

the next day.

Turn on the live broadcast as usual, netizens in twos and threes poured into the live broadcast room, and soon the empty live broadcast room was filled with barrage.

"Brother Su, let me tell you something. Yesterday, a group of Ridao and Bangzi came to our school. I heard that it was to discuss the competition. Some seniors from the student union said that they wanted to broadcast it live on the whole network."

As soon as this barrage came out, netizens who were dizzy early in the morning were immediately awakened, and there were more barrages all of a sudden.

"Fuck? Real or fake? Live broadcast on the whole network? How dare they!"

"Brother who just sent the message, will you go to the scene to see it? If you go, scream for me and I will pay you fifty cents!"

"6 Upstairs, I'll pay you a dollar to yell for me, even Bangzi and Ridao dare to come here to be arrogant!"

"..."

The bullet screen was refreshed quickly.

Su Cheng was also a little surprised, and couldn't help asking, "When will it start?"

The netizen just replied quickly: "The senior said that it will start this afternoon, and it seems that there will be tomorrow. The game has been moved forward."

Immediately, the audience in the live broadcast room sent bullet screens one after another, expressing that they must watch it.

Su Cheng pondered for a moment. To be honest, he felt a little regretful. If he had known that it was a neighboring country, he would have agreed to Kong Wei.

After all, I have been unhappy with the stick for a long time.

But it's too late to say anything now.

"Okay, let's take a look together this afternoon."

(End of this chapter)